Week 1 Term 2 Reflection
This week we did some art and looked at the 2 famous artists Matisse and Picasso.We learned how to make a podcast and publish
it but mine messed up and deleted its self and I had to do it again and I finished my first book on my term 2 book list and I was put in Handwriting group C and got my pen lisence because im in the highest handwriting group.
So to summarise it I had the best week logically speaking.
Week 5 writing sample Never Say Die
I was never a happy girl just normal my murderer never realised the consciences of his decision. My name is Katie Brown this is my murder.
Every morning I would ride past the roses at Mr Alexander’s home on my way to school just so I could smell the ,that on little whiff like a slice of heaven fallen just for me, like vanilla pudding on Christmas day, like perfume you buy at expensive stores, like my mother in the morning. I was riding my bike past the roses when I noticed something out of the ordinary I saw a purple and black car and something scared me. I could hear the screaming of a little girl.
Week 1 Term 2 Reflection
This week we did some art and looked at the 2 famous artists Matisse and Picasso.We learned how to make a podcast and publish
it but mine messed up and deleted its self and I had to do it again and I finished my first book on my term 2 book list and I was put in Handwriting group C and got my pen lisence because im in the highest handwriting group.
So to summarise it I had the best week logically speaking.
Week 5 writing sample
Never Say Die
I was never a happy girl just normal my murderer never realised the consciences of his decision. My name is Katie Brown this is my murder.
Every morning I would ride past the roses at Mr Alexander’s home on my way to school just so I could smell the ,that on little whiff like a slice of heaven fallen just for me, like vanilla pudding on Christmas day, like perfume you buy at expensive stores, like my mother in the morning. I was riding my bike past the roses when I noticed something out of the ordinary I saw a purple and black car and something scared me. I could hear the screaming of a little girl.
By Laurie Hyde